The boy next door?

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Thud. The heavy load lands heavily on the floor. I roughly wipe away the beads of sweat that threatened to fall with a thud, using my broom to wipe them away. I look at the remaining luggage and sigh. Looking at the mountain of luggage, I can't help but sigh. Ha... When will I ever move all that?

“If I had known this would happen, I would have called a moving company.”

My name is Seo Yeo-ju. I'm twenty-four. I recently landed a job. So I moved closer to work... but the problem was that I didn't hire a moving company. I even hallucinated the sound of the countless piles of luggage calling me. It's a lie, a lie. I denied it, but I couldn't help it.

When I bought this house, I was wrong to think a moving company was a luxury. I realized once again that they were a necessity in this hot June, and I vowed not to repeat the same mistake next time.

“Ha… what about the front door…”

But the luggage inside wasn't the only problem. Outside, furniture too heavy for even a grown man to lift awaited me. A particularly significant problem was the long sofa, which encroached on the neighbor's apartment.

“Ha… At a time like this, let’s hurry up and clean up…”

The female protagonist, having finished her thoughts, jumped up from her seat and was about to put her luggage away when the door rang.

“…???”

Ding dong.

“Wh. What is it…?”

Startled by the soft ringing of the doorbell, the heroine quickly held her breath and looked closely at the intercom. Huh…?

At first glance, he looked like an adult with many piercings, but his youthful face reminded me of a middle school student. What really stood out was the large, shining piercing on his ear. But that cute, youthful face was glaring at me through the intercom. … . Seriously…? The female protagonist tilted her head.

And a cold voice came over the intercom.

"Excuse me. Can you move the sofa? The door only opens a little."

The wrinkles between her eyebrows were visible, as if she didn't like her youthful face and expression. The female protagonist, looking troubled, began speaking over the intercom.